chapter 2: what the hell happened

 She stared at him, her expression as cold as stone. "What nonsense are you talking about?" she demanded. Her voice didn't tremble; it cut through the air like a blade.

The black hair man stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "You’re acting as if you know nothing about yourself."

"I don't," she replied flatly. "I have no idea what is happening to me."

Suddenly, a man appeared out of the shadows. He moved with an unnatural, predatory grace. "That man was a werewolf," He said, watching for a reaction.

She didn't flinch. She looked down at her hands, where a strange, vibrant pink energy was beginning to pulse. "So, magical energy is exploding from my hands and attacking people. And you’re telling me I should already know this? I’m telling you: I do not know what is happening to me."

He studied her for a moment. "Fine. If you truly don't know, I will tell you. You are an EV."

"An EV?" She repeated. "What is that?"

"An EV is a being that appears in this world only once every 10,000 years," He explained. "You possess a rare pink magic. When it first awakens, a lotus mark appears on your back. To a monster, your blood is the ultimate prize. If they drink it, they become the most powerful beings in the world—and they can never die."

A thin, mocking smile touched her’s lips. "Never die? So you mean they can hunt me and suck my blood whenever they please? I’m just supposed to play the role of the victim?"

"Yes," He said. "And because of that, I will give you two options. First, you become my servant. Second, I leave you here alone, and they will come from everywhere to attack you. Choose."

"I choose a better option," She said instantly. "I want to die. I don't agree to either of your deals. Just kill me now so I can die in peace."

He let out a short, dry laugh. "And what if I refuse to kill you?"

Magic flared in her’s palms, glowing a fierce, hot pink. "Then I will kill you."

"You think you can kill me?" His’s smirk grew. "You are mere prey. You’re only lucky I gave you options at all because of your bravery."

"Go to hell with your bravery," she spat. "I won't be a servant, and I won't be a victim. Not to you, and not to them. Say your last words."

She unleashed a blast of power, but it passed straight through him as if he were a ghost. Nothing touched him.

"You can't beat me with a power that has only just awakened," He said, his voice echoing. "Come with me to my world, to my palace. My name is Damien, Prince of the Vampires."

"So I'm supposed to go to a kingdom full of vampires who can bite me whenever they want?"

"No," Damien countered. "In my palace, no one is allowed to touch you without my permission."

"And you’ll help me for no reason? How is that possible?"

"You're smart," Damien admitted. "The price is your blood. You will give it to me once a week. That is all. If you don't, I won't help you."

"What's the difference?" She asked, her voice hollow. "If I stay here, they drink my blood. If I go with you, you drink it. Why does it matter?"

"They will drink as much as they want, whenever they want," Damien said. "I will take only a small amount, once a week. And I will keep those ridiculous monsters away from you. You aren't safe anywhere else."

She went silent for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine. I'll go."

"Then tell me," Damien said, "what is your name?"

"Morana."

With a wave of his hand, Damien tore a hole in the air—a shimmering portal. They stepped through and arrived instantly in a dark, towering palace.

"I have a question," Morana said, looking around the cold stone walls. "I have parents. If they can't find me, they'll go to the police station."

"I have already removed their memories," Damien said, watching her closely for a sign of pain. "Using my magic, I made sure they—and everyone else—have forgotten you. No one will ever remember who you are." He smirked, leaning in. "Are you sad now? Knowing your closest people have forgotten you forever?"

To his surprise, Morana didn't cry. She didn't even frown. Instead, she let out a cold, genuine laugh. "Do you think I care about them? No. I don't have 0.01% of a feeling for them."

Damien stared at her, genuinely shocked. "How heartless are you? These people raised you since you were a child. How can you have no feelings for them?"

"Do you have any idea how much I’ve suffered?" she asked, her eyes empty. "I have hated myself and my life since I was small. My mother left me when I was 9 and my father married another woman they didn't take care of me, ignored me and my own mother also didn't think of me they think I was a trash if there wasn't any law I would have cut their necks. Their memory of me means nothing."

"I... suppose I won't care then," Damien muttered. Clearly shocked by her coldness.

"I didn't ask you to."

Their conversation was cut short as the heavy doors of the hall swung open. A man walked in, his presence heavy and commanding. He had vibrant green hair and piercing golden eyes that settled immediately on Morana.

(to be continued...)

(The next chapter will be on Tuesday)

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